A Heap of Logs
They piled a heap of logs
fire they light and run away
cats and dogs come from sky
the work well done collapses
Things done in haste out of hate
make plotters foolish gamblers
when the world laughs and giggles
cleaning powder they spray
The logs fate piles on gamblers
the burning oil it adds in dark
the cries of the innocent offended
ignite revenge flames that burn souls
When these things happen, no cry
get your guitar and play nice melodies
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